Leaving Do's & Leaving Don'ts

It hurt so bad that I'm never gonna drink again.

The night was great, the booze good too, the emptiness of my wallet made walking easier, and the waking up in my own sick was something I won't forget any time soon.

Stage 1: The Lane Ends
A few good bye drinks after that thing we call work. That smug feeling of being unemployed and laughing at the ones who had to be in the office the next day filled my mind as I left. And a wallet full of money for having a great time.

Met up with a few friends, having a good time chatting away, being quizzed on random things such as who was in the lineup for Liverpool's Cup winning team (that meant time to go to the bar while the others answered!)

Left after a few hours with Liam and Craig, and went on to...

Stage 2: The Adelphi
Met up with Christian, Chris K, Jen and Kishu, racked up the pool table and all got a few more drinks. Got thrashed at pool. Well, I let them do it... really I did... Anyhoo, the others from the pub then caught up with us, the music got louder, everyone got blurrier, and the pub-game-machines stole half my money (and I was doing so well too). After a few aftershock challenges (who can froth aftershock round their mouth for the longest) and winning each one I was fairly hammered.

Stage 3: Tandoori Knights
Christian, Lou and I all went for food. Or at least me and Chris did, Lou just laughed as we argued over who would pay for the curry, waving £10 notes in the air and yelling a bit too much. Spilt most of it on myself. And yes that is how you're meant to eat a curry if you're drunk!

Stage 4: The Taxi (Apparently)
Apparently I paid...

Got into Louise's house, collapsed on the mattress in her lounge and fell asleep. Zzzz... (now approx 2:30am)

Woke up (5:30am)... with my arm lying in my sick, half on the floor, half on the duvet.

Sh*t.

Not my bed. Not my duvet. Not my lounge. Not my house.

Jumped out, snuck into the kitchen (staggered really) got a spoon and bowl and scooped all my sick into it. Down the toilet. Done. Nope, bedding etc. Stripped it, stuck it in the downstairs toilet. Got dressed, opened the back door and just sat there for 3 hours until someone came downstairs and found me sat in a corner looking like I was possibly a bit hungover.

I'll probably never drink again.

Managed to apologise (alot). Ate some food, slept, and eventually left at 15:00 when I was a bit better off.

I may not ever drink again.

(At least not 'til next weekend)